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 21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part IX



   One-eight-six relaxed on her cot, eyes closed thinking about her old man
client.

   "Hey you look too happy this morning." She turned looking at her
neighbor One-six-three.  You must have had a good night?"

   "Yes, a short seventy year old homely, nerdy accountant type; I
cherished every minute of making love to him.  I even married him in sort
of a fake ceremony."

   "You're not the only one sweetie but I never married one."

   "Really...I thought my mind had lapsed to another universe.  I mean on
the outside there would have been no way."

   "Yes but here sex is not just about performing flawlessly; It's about
truly loving your client."

   "Truly loving?"

   "Yes, I've been here for nearly three years and would have been insane
by now except for the way we are intimidated to truly love our clients. 
It's the threat of the madam's lashes, the warden and the pits at first but
it does the trick.  It takes months but eventually we enter an altered
state of consciousness and somehow truly love them; especially the older
and homely ones.  Most of them will spend an eternity stroking and kissing
every inch of your body; It's almost like our roles are reversed...they
satisfy us first.  With young studs, it's just `wham bam thank you ma'am'
and they're done.  The old ones are so cute and oh so grateful to be truly
loved and it's not an illusion, we do love them.  They're getting what they
could never possibly get on the outside, at least with a beautiful woman.
With whores out there it's just an impersonal roll in the hay; they fuck
men like auto workers mindlessly assembling cars; screwing the same
identical parts together over and over and over.  Then at the end of the
shift they wearily punch a clock and go home."

   "That's an unusual analogy."

   "Well think about it; in here these old me are presented with a
veritable smorgasbord of the most beautiful young males and females on the
planet."

   "Smorgasbord?"

   "Yes a variety of delicious ethnic beauties from around the world
tempting the client's palate, who then sniffs, tastes and consume us in the
privacy of their rooms.  We are the hors d'oeuvres, main course, wine and
dessert combined, prepared by gourmands: that is the syndicate, the Warden,
the madam and various instructors, then enjoyed by wealthy connoisseurs of
human flesh, or horny old men if you like.

   "We are all sexy and beautiful or we wouldn't have been abducted.  Think
about it, any one of us walking into a mall, bar or pretty well anywhere,
would turn heads.  Most of them horny, drooling males but also women
whether they admire us, or are just jealous because we get good looking
guys or guys with money, they have no chance in hell with.  The problem we
had on the outside was inflated egos.  We constantly flaunted our great
figures and pretty looks to tease or for personal gain.  Here as sex
slaves, equally beautiful men and women surround us, at least during the
day.  That hurts our inflated egos, we're no longer special, no one
worships us.  In the evenings everything changes, we submit to men and
women, we would never have considered on the outside and the reason, I know
I'm repeating myself, we learn to love them despite their age or looks
because from them we get the adulation our egos crave."

   "Wow, talk about a way with words, who are you?"

   "I was a student of English literature working on my degree at Harvard."

   "At eighteen?"

   "I graduated from high school at fifteen and was in my third year there
when someone spiked a drink and I woke up in the pit."

   "You're beautiful blonde, with a killer body and actually have a brain;
now that is a miracle!"

   "The miracle is that I'm still alive after an additional two trips to
the pits.

   "Wow...how did you manage that?"

   "I refused to have lesbian sex with the madam, I had sex with men and
women before but it was a matter of principle."

   "Principles, let's see on a scale of one to ten, I'll say its less than
one!"

   "Yes I know, after another nine days in the pits I had sex with her. 
Then I was introduced to the warden and as soon as that monster touched me,
I knocked him flat on the floor."

   "Wow...he's supposed to be a former prize fighter."

   "I'm a six-foot one, black belt kick boxer and stronger than many men,
he's a light-weight; I would have killed him if it wasn't for three guards
being there.  I got twelve days for that with the snakes and rats plus at
least twenty lashes a day.  Some days they strapped a speculum to my cunt
leaving it wide open for the snakes.  It never happened because I managed
to sleep with my hand covering it."

   "So you cracked after that?" "Well they strapped me down on a table with
my legs locked in stirrups.  He fucked and buggered me repeatedly for five
days and nights.  Then he wanted a blowjob, I refused and he sat on my face
rubbing his hairy asshole all over it.  With my head clamped in place, I
finally gave in and blew him rather than going back to the snakes and the
daily lashes.  Eventually he ordered me to love him madly and give him a
tongue bath, which I did several times for the last two days.  It was a
relief to go to the lineup."

   A guard interrupting them called out three numbers including
One-eight-six.  She was shocked; her client had been extremely satisfied.
This had to be a mistake.

   When they entered the madams' office, she was told to stand next to her
desk, not in the lineup.  Her madam pointed at a riding crop and motioned
for her to pick it up.  So that was it, she was here as the Madam's
disciplinarian.

   "Before we start one-eight-six, you will passionately French kiss each
slave due to be disciplined, they in turn will embrace you murmuring `I
love my madam, while you caress their asses with the crop." She did as
ordered and passionately kissed four females including a midget plus one
male.

   She gave each slave the number of lashes ordered by the madam, fully
aware of a guard standing behind her touching her ass with a riding crop in
case she eased up on the severity of her effort.

   The three females passionately kissed the madam during their lashings.
The midget was required to eat the madam's cunt while being lashed at
ten-second intervals until the Madam climaxed, which reduced her lashes to
twenty rather than thirty.  The male slave at the same ten-second intervals
had his lashes reduced from twenty-five to fifteen by ejaculating on the
madam's belly at the tenth lash and then licking her belly clean,
swallowing his own cum by the fifteenth.

   After lashing them, the madam ordered One-eight-six to embrace and
French kiss each slave with intense passion.  The beaten slaves responded
with feverish enthusiasm, moaning loudly, clutching and groping her flesh
while rocking and twisting their pelvic regions into her body.  During each
necking session, a guard held a riding crop against the slave's ass while
watching the madam to ensure that each performance was satisfactory.  Two
of the females, one of them a midget, got three quick lashes each,
resulting in a desperate almost violent increase of action and passionate
moans, which satisfied the madam's standard of passionate lovemaking.

   One-eight-six was ecstatic; she was beginning to relish the feeling of
inflicting pain on her fellow slaves, hearing them cry out in pain with
each lash and watching their tears flow.  Even better, she enjoyed them
being compelled to reward the person who had inflicted those painful
stripes, with true passion.  She especially enjoyed the response of the two
females as the guards riding crop tore into their ass flesh.  They gasped
into her mouth in shock as their bodies froze with each lash, but their
passion then increased many fold.  She was beginning to understand why her
madam took pleasure in watching slaves lashed to tears while sometimes
making passionate love to her and then thanking her profusely.

   The madam addressed One-eight-six.  "You did a commendable job today and
you obviously enjoyed it as much as I did."

   "Thank very much madam; I truly enjoyed lashing their guilty asses. 
They all failed the syndicate and deserved every loving lash.  Thank you
for letting me performs this honor." She really meant what she said;
believing now firmly that failing to completely satisfy a client completely
was sacrilegious.

   "This is however not the only reason I had you come in here this
morning. You have once again come up with new ideas for our sexual arsenal.
Noting in your reports that you have acted as a blow up doll and a robot,
that is just brilliant and then in another report describing the
performance of a fake marriage.  We are setting up a video session this
afternoon and you will be demonstrating and perhaps teaching in the
motivation class in the next few days.  We are setting aside a room as a
chapel for more elaborate and realistic fake weddings.  Everyone will be
fitted with risqué wedding gowns and photographed for their albums.  The
syndicate was impressed and decided to reward you.  You can pick any slave
you want for an hour twice a week for you own pleasure.  You can make love
to them and or lash them to tears, the choice is yours."

   "Oh thank you...I know my madam is not as sex slave otherwise...?"

   "Well not today, do you have a slave in mind?"

   "One-four-eight madam...please?"

   "Let me look at the list...Aha...your midget partner the night of the
neck cradle lashing.  Let's see now...  oh yes of course, she's in the
spoiled brats department.  Good choice, I have enjoyed her luscious flesh
many times...unfortunately without being able to decorate her ass meat. 
She's one of my favorite midget fucks, a living doll to say the least."

   She picked up the phone and dialed a number.  "Hello Steve, your madam
here.  I want one-four-eight in my office pronto...I don't give a fuck if
she's being prepared and showered for your personal fucking pleasure.  Fuck
one of your other spoiled brats...No, she's not being punished.  You've got
ten minutes to get her here, got it?  That's my good little Stevie boy, you
haven't forgotten who holds superior rank here.  Another outburst like that
could result in a lot of stripes on your ass or even a visit to your
beloved Warden.  OK, I accept your apology...this time!" She hung up.

   "Alright, One-eight-six go through that door, have the attendant wash
you and then wait for your spoiled brat."

   "Thank you madam so much," she almost ran to the door followed by a
guard who removed her chains.  She then impatiently waited while the
attendant washed and dried her.

   She sat down on a chair in the madam's large bedroom almost shaking with
excitement until the door opened.  Her little lover just stood there
staring until the guard removed her chains and left.

   One-eight-six held out her arms and her shapely black doll flew into her
embrace kissing her madly.

   "Why...why am I here...what happened?  Are we being rewarded for being
lashed with me hanging on to your neck?  I saw the video.  Why wasn't I in
it?" She embraced One-eight-six's neck again kissing her passionately.

   "Wow sweetie...not so fast we're not being rewarded for that and I know
why you weren't in the video.  You're far too valuable to the syndicate to
get your ass bruised again, so they picked someone from the regular midget
cell block." She then explained the reason for them being given an hour
together.

   "You picked me out of all the slaves here.  You do love me as much as I
love you." They hugged, fondled and kissed gently for some time before
getting on the bed where they made love with the slow gentle passion of
true lesbians.  Catfights and erotic wrestling was for the viewing pleasure
of male and some female clients.  In the next hour, they both climaxed many
times between periods of sweet talk while relishing being in each other's
arms.

   It was over when the madam entered.  She was carrying a riding crop and
ordered One-eight-six to assume the position.  She got eight hard lashed
and then ordered the midget to caress and kiss her striped cheeks.  "This
is just a reminder of your slave status." She said and then sat on the edge
leaning back on the bed ordering One-four-eight to kneel on the floor and
eat her cunt.

   One-eight-six was motioned to present her DD's to the madam's mouth and
clutching fingers.  Next to wielding the riding crop, the madam's second
most important fetish was to use her little hands for clawing, pinching and
her mouth to suck lick and bite tits.  She climaxed quickly and they both
got up.

   "Please madam, may I have eight lashes too?" One-four-eight sounded
earnest.

   "No you little brat," she kissed her pussy juice drenched lips
passionately.  "I would of course love to but being in the spoiled brats
department you can't be bruised.  Your hang around the neck session a few
weeks ago with One-eight-six was a reminder of what's in your future with
your clients...and me when you fail the syndicate.  So hang on to that
youthful glow as long as you can.  You may leave now; a guard is ready to
take you back." She pushed a button, kissed her again, and then let her
kiss her statuesque lover goodbye.  A guard entered and connected her
chains.  She picked up her heavy ball and was lead away.

   It seemed odd to One-eight-six that the madam being a midget herself was
not aware that One-four-eight would rather have regular lashes than being
used as a youngster.

   "Can I have her again next time madam?"

   "No...not for a month, pick someone else."

   "I would like an Asian hermaphrodite then." She wondered how long she
would get this special treatment.

   "Ah...a double duty cutie fuck, fine I'll select a recent arrival, one
of my own favorites for you."

   "Thank you madam." She was being favored by the syndicate but was it the
madam who made her pay the price.  She had received eight lashes after
making love to One-four-eight and she was the disciplinarian maybe twice a
week while her favorite status lasted.  She wondered if one or both was a
requirement ordered by syndicate or just something, her Madam had cooked-up
to satisfy her own sadistic fetishes.

   From the syndicates point a view it all made sense; despite letting her
have temporary favorite status, they would never let her forget that she
was a sex slave.  From the Madam's position, it also made sense, by adding
a little more variety to her own sexual perversions.  She guessed, that
each session would be followed by numerous lashes, for her and maybe her
chosen lover.

   After lunch, she was led to the studio for the video shoot.  It took
quite a while since the super had many changes and suggestions.  He told
her that he would rewrite her experiences himself including the wedding
ceremony, which made her very happy since she felt somewhat silly about her
own suggestions

   TINY RED HEAD About a month after her first reward session with another
slave, the madam picked one for her without letting her know who it was. 
She waited on the bed and was shocked when a guard brought in a diminutive
female.  She did not have the thick body of a midget but was not much
taller.  The guard left after removing her chains.  One-eight-six waved her
closer.  She appeared to be in a trance but moved near the bed and turned
slowly when prompted.  She had short flaming red hair, was slightly built
but well proportioned with a tiny waist, a nice little bubble ass and small
cone shaped tits with nubs.  Her face despite her condition was angelic not
at all like an eighteen year old.  She motioned for her to come close and
then sat her on to her lap.  She was surprised that her weight seemed much
lighter than a midget was.  One-eight-six stroked her body pulling her into
her breasts, trying to stop her from, shaking.  She looked down at her
thigh brand reading Two-zero-one as her tears flowed.  She continued to
stroke her until she finally settled down.

   "Why am I here, you're a sex slave too?" she whispered.  "The madam said
that I had to submit to anything in here." One-eight-six kissed her
forehead and hugged her tightly.  Telling her that it was a long story, but
basically she was being rewarded for some suggestions she had made.  "You
mean I am to have sex with you as a prize or trophy or something?"

   "Well you see, I love sex with men or woman some people would call me a
nymphomaniac."

   "Where I come from...that's a whore."

   "You've got an accent where are you from?"

   "Great Britain near the Scottish border."

   "How were you abducted?"

   "It was my birthday at a school picnic on a beach.  I had wandered into
the forest to have a pee.  Two men grasped me, one covered my mouth while
the other stuck me with a needle and that was it until I woke up in that
horrible pit.  Why would they want me for a sex slave, I'm a tiny and
skinny four foot eleven, most people think I look three or four years
younger?"

   They selected you because you're pretty with a finely turned body.  They
most likely spied on you for six months to a year until your eighteenth
birthday.  They probably have naked pictures and or videos of you in the
school or gym change room.  They know everything about you; your school
records; any behavioral psychiatric reports, your doctor and dental files;
that goes for your family too.

   "Your short alright but you've got good bones, they'll fatten you up to
suit the taste of certain clients."

   "The gym super said I was anorectic and that's true.  I used to throw up
to remain slender.  Now they tell me to eat everything on the tray and I'm
never alone even in the bathroom so I can't hurl anymore.  I'm going to get
fat, especially my behind, it's big enough now."

   "You do have a nice ass but to most men it can never be big enough. 
You're not going to be fat just curvaceous, men like their women that way.
Skinny models just suit gay dress designer's not real men.  What did you
think about the Warden?" She shook and started to cry again.

   "Yes he's a monster but first they sold me as a virgin at an auction. 
The winner bought another slave, a big woman like you.  She taught me how
to suck on his disgusting penis and swallow some of that sticky salty
stuff," She shook again and buried her face in One-eight-six's neck.  Then
he deflowered me lying on top of the other slave.  He did it three more
times during the night.  I hate sex, I hate it and why do men want you to
swallow their semen?"

   "A man's penis is the center of his universe, there's nothing more
important in his life.  His vocation, schooling, hobby, etc.  are necessary
for survival but his days are constantly interrupted by sexual fantasies. A
beautiful submissive woman is every man's Holy Grail.

   "Making or forcing a woman to perform a blowjob is the ultimate act of
domination.  Some enjoy it if you are willing but others get their kicks by
forcing you to blow them.  Some will grasp his cock at the last minute in
order to aim his jizz directly into your open mouth, expecting you to
swallow it; others deliberately splash your face and then order you to
scrape with a finger and suck it.

   "Regular coitus, missionary or doggie Style is nature's way of
reproducing.  That suits a young or inexperienced male.  Just the feeling
of getting his penis inside a woman's cunt is enough to get most young men
off.  After a while it becomes old hat; at least's if their good looking
and getting sex on a regular basis.  In time, especially with married
couples it can become boring and.  males begins to fantasize about oral
sex. Most women are opposed to doing it for many reasons mainly because a
woman can't climax from the act only the male.  To a man, it's the ultimate
act of sexual domination.  The woman is usually on her knees, which in
itself is an act of obedience.  Think about religion where people kneel for
God or Gods messenger a minister for example, or Kings of old, demanding
everyone kneels of even prostates themselves in their presence.  For most
blowjobs, the man is standing or sitting with the woman down on her knees
taking his cock in her mouth, ready to swallow or have her face and chest
splattered with semen.  A wise married woman would swallow her pride if
you'll pardon the pun or at least pretend to enjoy it.

   "There are of course other reasons for men to seek variety, like
prostitutes, mistresses or slaves for the night if they can afford to come
here.  One reason is that many women especially if she has had children
lose their shape and men like slender firm women." She felt two-zero-one's
firm belly and waist.  "Like you sweetie; "that's why our older clients
like to embrace and fondle our bodies before sex, they're trilled because
we're so young and firm.  They might have wives at home with fat bellies
and love handles; few men are turned on by that.

   "In today's world of equal rights and feminism, kneeling obediently for
a man is a difficult pill to swallow and many women won't, probably part of
the reason for a fifty percent divorce rate."

   "Some girls in my school gave guys blowjobs and even swallowed, from the
gossip I heard in the change room, because they were afraid of getting
pregnant."

   "Well some of them are desperate for certain good looking guys and know
if they don't put out they'll go elsewhere.  There's always competition for
some guys, usually lookers, jocks and rock musicians.  So they submit on
their knees.

   "In any case, it gives men a feeling of power over you.  As a sex slave,
it's very important for you to sense what the client wants.  What is most
important, except for an abusive blowjob, is that you look up at your
client with your mouth open, wearing an adoring puppy eyed expression on
your face.

   "You will learn to sense from the client's groans...when he
ejaculates...to close your eyes until he's done so you won't get it in your
eyes.  Then you give him an adoring grateful look and suck his cock clean.
After that, several things could happen; he might want you to clean your
face with a finger and suck it clean.  He might use a finger himself and
feed the semen into your mouth.  Again, you will relish every drop, looking
up at him with that appreciative adoring expression.  You have then doubled
or tripled his orgasm and he's will go to sleep feeling like a sultan at
least for a while.

   "Even if he goes to sleep after intercourse, you should continue to
focus on his penis by gently holding or maybe kissing it and if the
position is right, cradle his balls.  If he doesn't sleep or wakes up, your
continued attention to his genitals will make him feel satisfied.  Have you
ever owned a cat?"

   "Yes several, what's that got to do with sex?"

   "Well you see, if you handle and stroke a man's genitals the way you
stroke a cat to make it purr; you will make him moan and groan, just like
the cat does.  It's a sure fire way to get top marks in his report.

   "When he is ready for more sex, you should moan, first with a slightly
displeasure able `oh', while looking at him with a hurt expression if he
moves you so you can't reach his penis.  Then you moan with pleasure as he
guides or orders you into a new position."

   "Wont a client think that it's acting?"

   "When a woman touches a man's penis he immediately loses all sense of
reality and enters a fantasy world."

   "Do you like swallowing the stuff?"

   "I'm a sex slave, there's no choice but personally I love the taste and
you will learn to love it after a while."

   "How could I learn to love it, that doesn't make sense?"

   "Through the training you get here.  You're a sex slave not a
prostitute. Prostitutes have choices they don't need to enjoy what they're
doing.  They just do what the customer wants and take payment for services
rendered.  Sex slaves must satisfy each (owner) client by giving him or her
truly obedient loving sex.  Your reward is not being lashed by the madam,
not being brutalized the warden, or not going back to the pits."

   "But...but I'm being forced to give them loving sex.  How can I love
someone when I'm coerced to do it?"

   "That's the life of a slave in a nutshell, you're a sex slave so you
can't be coerced; you're an item or thing not a person.  Think of a floor
mop, you're its owner and mop the floor with it.  The mop can't refuse
because it doesn't have a mind.  Likewise, clients will use you in the same
way.  The only difference is that you can hear and follow orders but as a
sex slave, you will eventually function mindlessly to the clients every
wish.  Again since the floor mop doesn't have a mind it can't be coerced,
therefore neither can you.

   "But...but I have a mind, I can think."

   "Yes you do right now and you must still think in certain situations. 
When serving a client you will think about how to please that client
sexually; that is, you will respond to his orders or moves to make his
sexual orgasm one hundred percent satisfying."

   "But how can that be, I am a real person?"

   "Not any more sweetie, you're numbered sex slave." One-eight-six stroked
her brand.  "See, it reads: Two-zero-one on your thigh, it's just a serial
number like for instance an automotive part made to fit somewhere on
certain model car.  The car is your client and the syndicates install you
as a replacement part, making the car roar to life and accelerate.  You're
only allowed independent thought when trying to sense what the client
wants, most other times you'll be mindless." One-eight-six lifted the
little woman's chin and kissed her on the lips.

   "Are we having sex now?" One-eight-six kissed and tongued her while
caressing her shapely little body."

   "Yes Two-zero-one, we are going to have sex but since we're both sex
slaves we can enjoy each other without the fear of lashes, the warden or
the pits.  No-one will file a report."

   "I feel good in your arms One-eight-six, you're soft and nice to me." I
don't know if I can make sense of what you've been telling me but I do feel
a little better." She pursed her lips and stuck out her tongue.

   One-eight six smiled to herself and Frenched her; once again, she had
gained the confidence of a newbie.  She lifted one of her boobs and fed the
nipple to her lover's mouth.  Two-zero-one sucked on it gingerly and
reached for the other caressing the nipple.  One-eight-six reached for her
partner's perfect little tits making her moan a bit and then gingerly
touched her thick red bush finding a tiny clit making her gasp.  She
explored her inner lips and touched the vaginal entrance and then just
palmed and rotated her hand on the protruding red mound.

   Two-zero-one let go of One-eight-six's large breast and raised her face
offering her lips, saying that for the first time as a sex slave she was
feeling somewhat better.  They French kissed passionately while groping
each other's bodies.  One eight-six rolled back on the bed and spread her
thighs wide, raising her pelvis.  Two-zero-one understood and crawled down
and began kissing her partner's curly mound.  One-eight-six moaned happily
while she was being service by an inexperience tongue.  She came several
times and then asked Two-zero-one to sit on her face.  She positioned
herself so she could grope her partners large breast One-eight-six groaned
with pleasure as her experienced tongue probed her vagina bringing her to a
climax in a very short time.  One-eight-six pushed her off and they
snuggled into each other's arms French kissing before relaxing enjoying the
moment.

   The madam entered and had a sixty-niner with Two-zero-one, while
One-eight-six watched from a chair.  When done she sent Two-zero-one away
and gave One-eight-six six lashes.  She thanked her madam kissing her feet

   Movie Star Lookalike

   A week later One-eight-six sat waiting for her reward after having
disciplined seven slaves.  She was reflecting on the many slaves she had
sex with over the last two months.  The madam no longer let her chose a
partner but it was sometimes a recent abduction.  She enjoyed the newbies,
remembering her own first few weeks.  They were usually in a state of shock
and disbelief, some submitting to her, at first like robots.  After
explaining, why they were making love to another slave; she enjoyed
initiating foreplay and then slowly wait for them to respond in kind.  It
was different from serving a client, she gave them no orders but only used
her skills to turn on the newbies to respond passionately.

   With males, it was easy but some females were difficult to calm down and
become her lovers even without the pressure of being a slave to a client.
Some females were of course not natural lesbians or had at least never
sought that kind of relationship on the outside; those females were a
challenge and her favorites.  After a night with the madam and maybe
sessions with some female supervisors, they were of course familiar with
lesbian lovemaking.

   The door finally opened, revealing a dark blonde beauty, very shapely
but not quite full figured with great tits and a red bush below.  There was
something mysterious almost eerie about her green eyes set in a beautiful
pale face.

   One-eight-six stood up and motioned her to come close.  She obeyed with
a confused almost trancelike expression; One-eight-six kissed her sultry
lips gently getting no response.  "How long since you left the Wardens'
quarters?  She began to cry, "Yesterday, that horrible man." She replied
with a strong Swedish accent and continued to cry.  This was the first time
she'd had a newbie that fresh.  She hugged the woman's perfect hourglass
body, marveling at her soft alabaster skin and guided her head to her own
neck.  She continued to cry but did embrace One-eight-six gently. 
One-eight-six began to stroke her flesh at first in a nonsexual way.  She
began to settle down as she fondled her sexually.  She did not get much of
a response and then took her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed
motioning her Swedish beauty to sit next to her.  She embraced her drawing
her face into her neck.  She was no longer crying and faced up after
One-eight-six kissed her forehead.

   "You are very beautiful," she looked down at her thigh brand,
Two-zero-five.  Like a movie star I can't remember the name."

   "Yes I'm a Greta Garbo look alike which has won me a several contest in
Sweden but now it's probably my curse."

   "How did they abduct you?"

   "I was on a combined vacation and student convention in the Caribbean.
One afternoon I was in a bar with a beautiful Brazilian delegate.  We met
two handsome men who invited us for a free helicopter ride to see the
island.  They fed us drinks during the flight and that's the last I
remember until I woke up in hell."

   "Is she also here?"

   "I don't know."

   "I thought most Swedes were blonde what happened to you?

   "I am a natural blonde but they dyed my hair dark blonde like Garbo's."

   "Did you do the photo shoot yet?

   "Yes, that was another disgusting experience dirtier than Play Boy. 
They also took a video where I was forced to read a few lines and smile
alluringly."

   "Ah...they're going to play up you accent with the Garbo thing.  You
will probably not be in the lineup then for a while."

   "What do you mean?"

   "They line most of us on a long stage every night where the clients can
watch us and make their selections.  They have however sort of a library
where clients can go through the photo shoots and watch the Videos.  Some
clients select us that way."

   "So once we're selected we must give them sex?"

   "That's right, you're a sex slave there's no other purpose to your
life."

   "That is so unfair.  Men cum fast though, just bang, bang and it's over,
right?"

   "Well the young men you are used to do that but you will be serving men
or women sometimes in their seventies."

   "I can't believe, that's not right, how can I do that?"

   "You will do it or go back to the madam for lashes, make love to the
warden or go to a pit.  You will learn to love older clients.  You see,
they don't just bang, bang and go to sleep without foreplay.  They are
excited and fascinated by young flesh; they'll dance with you, massage you,
fondle and sometimes kiss or lick your entire body before they actually
have sex.  Most want the girlfriend experience; remember you're a sex slave
who loves her master for the night, not an indifferent whore working for
money."

   "Do they want to be sucked like the warden made me do?"

   "Most of them want that and you better remember what the Warden taught
you, unless the client like the Warden prefers a rape situation.  You are
the clients willing adoring lover who relishes his cock and swallows semen,
as if it's the most delicious threat you ever had.  Have you had oral sex
with men before?"

   "Yes many times, in Sweden many girls do that so they won't be pregnant.
I do not mind to swallow it taste not so bad."

   "What about lesbian sex, have you done it before the madam?"

   "When I was younger with my second cousin, we were very much in love and
had sex many times for about six months.  Then one day her mother caught us
doing it and told my mother.  We were put under house arrest and told never
to see each other again."

   "I thought Sweden was an open minded society"

   "Well most of it is but I came from a small town in northern Sweden. 
People are very religious there.  We were sent separately to the pastor to
be saved.  It turned out on one occasion that he was away and his wife let
me in.  To make a long story short I had sex with her that evening.  I
think she was a true lesbian trapped in a marriage where she did not
belong."

   "How strong is your libido, did you masturbate from a young age."

   "I used to play with myself even before puberty; I was fascinated
touching and looking at my vagina with a small mirror.  Once I reached
puberty and the inner labia and clitoris appeared, I began to masturbate at
least once a day sometimes many times.  That's sort of how it started with
my cousin, I asked her if she did it.  She said no and wanted to know what
it was like, even though she was almost a year older.  So...I did it in
front of her.  Then, she wanted me to teach her, I fingered her for a long
time until she came.  After that, we would lie in bed and masturbate to see
who would cum first.  Then later we would do it to each other while kissing
or sucking tits.  Sometimes we would look close at each other vaginas, you
know to name the different pictorially described on an internet site, there
we also discovered that women actually licked each other's pussies.  So we
learned to love each other that way but it lasted only for a month until we
were caught."

   "So did you have sex again with the parson's wife?"

   "Yes many times when he was away on church business which was often, she
would call on me and my cousin to help with chores around the church.  Our
parent trusted us together at the church but was of course not aware that
half the time we were engaged in three way lesbian sex.  She taught us a
lot about sex and we eagerly absorbed every detail.  A male stranger with a
Texas accent caught us one day.  He had entered the church very quietly,
looking for the Parson.  He excused himself and left without saying who he
was.  The parson's wife was of course scared to death and didn't call us
for two months."

   "That could have been an agent from the syndicate.  Did you enter beauty
contests before that?"

   "Yes three and I won two."

   "And I supposed it was in the papers and on TV; I `m sure now that's how
they selected you to become a future sex slave."

   "You mean two years before I was abducted?"

   "That's how they operate.  They know more about you than you do; your
school records, medical, dental, everything.  You had just turned eighteen
when they got you right?" She nodded as One-eight-six embraced her leaning
them back on the bed while kissing her passionately.

   She got the response she wanted and they made love for a long time both
of them climaxing several times.  Since they had been talking a long time
the madam entered while they still munching each other vaginas.

   "Sorry madam time flies."

   "On the floor, on your knees and embrace passionately, grind those
bodies together and French kiss until I'm done loving you both." She
slapped the riding crop in one hand.  Ah what s a beautiful sight, two
curvaceous asses just waiting to treasure my love.  How much love
One-eight-six?"

   "Eight please my beloved madam," eight times the crop lashed across her
waiting ass cheeks.  "Now my Swedish doll how much love would you like."

   "Eight times please madam."

   "Well maybe...let's see, would you take four for the Swede,
One-eight-six?"

   "Of course my beloved madam I would take all eight."

   "No please my beloved madam I would like all eight, please don't lash
One-eight-six for me."

   "Silence slave, let me see real passion now get those body grinding,
before I decide who gets loved." She lashed the Swede very hard four times.
"OK my beloved slaves, stop kissing but grind passionately while looking
into each other's eyes." She lashed One-eight-six hard four times at ten
second intervals.  She put down the crop and sat on the bed watching the
tears flow from the eyes of both slaves.  She called the Swede to the bed
still on her knees and licked the tears of her face while squeezing her
tits hard.  She then grasped her head and forced it into her crotch as she
rolled back on the bed.  One-eight-six without being ordered leaned over
her madam presenting her breast to be chewed and clawed.  She climaxed
twice before pushing her slaves away and got up.

   She picked up her trusty riding crop and headed for the door.  I'll give
you two fifteen minutes before sending in the guards."

   They sat on the edge of the bed hugging.  "So this is my life now making
love to anyone when ordered and getting lashed by the madam in return."

   "I'm afraid not just the madam, some client enjoy the power they have
over a real slave and lash you just because they can.  The syndicate
encourages us to get lashed by the clients, since it cost them extra.  When
you go to the reporting station in the morning, they inspect you and try to
count the number of lashes you received."

   "So I'm supposed to ask the client to beat me?"

   "Not in so many word but there are many ways to act naughty, you'll
learn in time."

   She kissed One-eight-six and whispered I love you in her ear." I love
you too but don't forget you must learn to love everyone you serve even if
they lash you.  I know that hard to accept but the sooner you do the sooner
you'll be at peace with your life as a sex slave."

   The Lookalike

   One-eight-six was tired after a night of serving six clients in an all
night dungeon party with three other slaves.  She was suspended from the
ceiling for hours by her wrist straps, with her toes barely able to touch
the floor.  She was lashed three times by female clients while being fucked
by three different males.  Later on, they locked her in a pillory with her
feet in stocks and buggered twice, once while simultaneously licking a
client's cunt and another time sucking a cock.  It wasn't the fucking and
oral sex on men and women that tired her out, but being restrained without
being able to move for hours was extremely painfu.  The fucking and lashes
was a relief from the pain of being restrained.

   She was lying on the madam's bed waiting.  It had been four months since
she started her twice-weekly rewards.  Each time she would start by lashing
slaves for the madam.  Today there were only three, all getting thirty
stripes.  It had felt good to be the punisher after a night of getting her
own ass lashed.  The inspector counted fifty stripes on her ass and thighs
in the morning.  She smiled to herself thinking about the syndicate.  They
would certainly be smiling too.

   She sat up o the edge of the bed as the door opened and the guard
removed the chains from her reward.  She was shocked, there stood one of
the most beautiful and shapely females she'd ever seen; an amazing
lookalike of a famous African American pop and movie star but obviously
much younger.  She got up, motioned for her to approach, and then embraced
her kissing her full soft lips.  She stood back and admired her partner
motioning for her to turn.

   "Well, One-seven-nine aren't you the looker, how long since you were
abducted?"

   "Yes I'm a lookalike plus which is a curse now and it's been four
months."One-eight-six asked her what she meant by plus?  "I've got a bigger
ass, shapelier thighs, tits and I'm darker." Out there, I was the queen of
good looks and would have been miss universe if I hadn't been abducted to
this hellish hole."

   "Four months you say I've never seen you before."

   "Well I'm in a black cellblock and I've been to the pits three times."I
just got out two days ago and have been raped constantly by that hairy
devil monster until now."

   "Why do you go to the pits so often?  After four months you should be
well trained."

   "Why you say, out there I was wooed by the very best looking guys and
girls.  I love sex but here they expect me to not only fuck creepy old men
but I'm also supposed to truly love them.  That's sick, sick, sick and I
won't do it." One-eight-six embrace her again, frenching her and got a
passionate response.  "Um One-eight-six your beautiful; I can do you."

   "That's what you're here for and I can't wait but first let's talk." She
sat down on the bed and padded the mattress next to her.  You know I was
like you on the outside I wasn't planning to be Miss Universe but I hung
out in the bars looking for the best looking guys or girls.  Once I got
here, I had a very hard time fucking old men or women for that matter but I
imagined at first that I was fucking young stuff until I had a revelation.
I was raised in a religious family but once I hit my teens, hormones took
over and I discovered that I was a nymph.  After I had been a slave for a
few months, I got thinking about God.  God love everyone regardless of
looks.  Maybe God was punishing me, sending me here to atone for my sins."

   "What sins?  he made you a nymp like me we can't help that."

   "That's true but he didn't make us narcissistic, we chose to be because
our looks spoiled us."

   "Didn't make us what? ...  Narsi."

   "It means someone who loves herself, an egotist or someone self
absorbed."

   "I should have paid attention in school, but...I am beautiful everybody
loves me.  Why shouldn't I love myself?"

   "Yes, the whole world loves and adulates good-looking people but we took
advantage of that by not returning that love based on what`s inside a
person not the exterior That made God angry and he sent us here to atone
for our sins."

   "So now in order to get into heaven we have to make love to creepy old
ugly people?"

   "They are old but not creepy or ugly.  They have the same urges and
desires on the inside that beautiful people have, maybe even more so.  So,
yes...I believe it will get me into heaven."

   "One-eight-six, you confuse me and talk too much." She threw her arms
around One-eight-six and forced her back on the bed.  "Do me and do me hard
now." One-eight-six knew she had lost and returned her passion to a very
sexy hard body.  They made love for a long time both climaxing several
times.  One-seven-nine finally rolled on her back breathing with
satisfaction.

   To One-eight-six this had been one of the best lesbian lovers she'd ever
experienced.  They lay there for a long time and One-eight-six even though
she wanted to continue their conversation but decided to leave her lover
alone.

   "You know One-eight-six, I was raised in a very religious Catholic house
hold.  When I was twelve, our priest attempted to seduce me, claiming that
it was God's will.  At that age, I was already fiercely independent and I
just walked out and never went back.  I told my mother and she called me a
liar saying that a priest would never do such a thing.  She tried but
failed to make me go back and confess my sins.  Not long after that,
hormones began to rule my life.  I must have had sex with more than a
hundred guys and girls before the day I was abducted.  They were all young
lookers and now I have no choice.  I am forced to have sex with old ugly
men and not only that I have to pretend that I enjoy it!"

   "No One-seven-nine I'm telling you right now you don't pretend to love
the clients; you truly and sincerely love them.  You're One-seven-nine, a
sex slave owned by the syndicate.  They sell you for cash almost every day
to a client, who is your temporary owner, with unconditional control of
your body and soul for the night.  Well...the client can't kill you but
that's the only exception.  You can pretend to love your clients but that
rarely works; they'll feel it and give you a bad report.

   "You and I and most of the slaves here are kindred spirits.  We're all
beautiful and I don't think they would abduct us unless they were sure we
have a high libido.  The problem with us before we come here is that we
think of love being a visual physical experience; that is we see someone
and we make love to them based on how they look.  Love is something much
deeper than that and it has nothing to do with looks, we just think it
does. We both love sex because it leads to a climax, but our eyes are
closed when we do; we don't see our lover and he or she doesn't see us. 
It's a sacred moment and our lover clients deserve to feel that love as
well."

   "You are confusing me One-eight-six."

   "I'm honestly confused myself it's a difficult subject to get your head
around but I know that loving my clients has worked for me and many other
slaves that I have talked to about it.

   The madam entered and ordered them to embrace, caress and French kiss.
She gave One-eight-six eight lashes separated by about ten seconds.  She
prepared to give One-seven-nine the same but One-eight-six begged to take
them instead.  The madam gladly accommodated her request.

   She then stood back watching for a minute deciding what beautiful body
should satisfy her when she suddenly realized the something profound was
going on between the two slaves.  She left the room telling them to take
another ten minutes

   "You took eight lashes for me One-eight-six, but why?"

   "No, One-seven-nine I took them for failing to get through to you that
the only way to avoid the madam's riding crop, having sex with the warden
or going back to the pits is the love of giving pleasure to the clients who
has every right to that love."

   One-seven-nine stared hard into her eyes then shook her head threw her
arms around her and began to cry.  "Please One-eight-six give me eight
lashes." She picked a riding crop off a hook on the wall and handed it to
One-eight-six.

   "But why, one-seven-nine I don't understand?" She bent over slightly
offering her black ass.

   "Don't argue with me...please; just do it!" One-eight-six reluctantly
raised the riding crop and gave her one fairly hard lash.  "Make it real
One-eight-six for the next seven...please!" She turned after the eight
lash, embracing One-eight-six and kissed her hungrily.  "I wished I had
your brains One-eight-six," she said, looking at her admiringly while tears
flowed down her cheeks.  "You really understand what makes us all tick.  I
really love you; thanks for everything."

   They hugged warmly as a guard opened the door calling out:
"One-seven-nine."

   To be continued



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